One day, like an island, you showed up
out of the great blue nothingness.
Like a Venus born of an SUV, clad in hiking boots and jeans.

One day.
That was all.

The smell of you lingers, my love
on my shoulder, where you leaned your head.
So now, if I tilt my own,
I can find the ghost of you
as though you were standing just behind me.
Instead, you are being dragged
every minute
away from me
so far away from me.